Where Anvils Formed Trust
rock hard
chiseled into quartz memories
was it really all that sparkly?
geodes held back
heart split in half
meteor from another place and time
saddleblanket
residue mica flakes
glitter of a ride undone
corrals beat up pretty bad
feldspar lays a crooked mile long
sexual geology gives a hard f*** thought
coal as black as tar baby raven
smolders in the forge where anvils
formed trust with their blacksmith
Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
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Deborah